This Game Is Too Realistic

It was a golden hall...

Armor made of gold hangs from a marble sculpture of the same height.

The bright red carpet was laid from the top of the main hall to the last marble step at the foot of the main hall, and extended into the distance along a high marble platform rising from the ground, connecting with the distant horizon.

Looking down from the air, the entire hall looks like a long sword lying flat on the ground.

The majestic outline and magnificent look and feel perfectly fit the unique giant aesthetics in the heart of Valeant people.

Below the marble steps were cheering people.

They stood on both sides of the high platform, holding fresh rice in their hands, as if they were celebrating something.

A sudden breeze blew the cockroach petals from people's hands, and the intoxicating fragrance blurred Kant's eyes for a while.

Who am I?

Why am I standing here?

He looked down at his chest, where a dazzling array of medals hung on a wall.

The countless glory made him feel familiar yet unfamiliar, as well as a little embarrassed and fearful.

And at this moment, vague memories came to his mind like a sweet spring, and he suddenly remembered everything in a panic.

He is the hero of the Valantians!

Conqueror of Centauri!

The butcher who makes foreign races fearful!

He made great contributions to the legion's expansion of territory, and the legion's 500th planet was officially named after him!

And the name that people cheered for was also his name——

"Kant!!"

“Great job!!”

"Long live the Legion! Long live the Commander! Long live Kant!!!"

"Enter Handsome Sir! He is looking at me!!"

The cheers from all over the mountains and plains supported his back, and he gradually became more confident in his steps. He walked forward, followed the steps, and reached the top of the hall.

To his surprise, the respected Lord Handsome was sitting on the stone chair at the end.

That majestic face was filled with love.

Kant's eyes were filled with excitement, he knelt on one knee on the stone steps and lowered his head.

At this moment, the generous and majestic voice came from directly in front of his head.

"...Kant, your loyalty and bravery won us the final victory."

"Now, I appoint you as the legion commander."

"From now on, you will serve as the 100th legion commander of the legion."

"...I hope you will not dwell on the glory and victory of the past, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, lead our tribe to continue to move forward, and this universe will continue to win!"

Kant was so excited that he raised his head with tears of gratitude and accepted the appointment.

According to the next process, he will be awarded the title of commander, and he will be cheered and reviewed by the crowd with full glory.

At this moment, a strange memory suddenly flooded into his mind.

His heart palpitated, and with a strong tendency, he blurted out.

"Dear Your Majesty, Commander-in-Chief, I have something to report to you... Your soldiers are absolutely loyal to you, but there is a group of moths in our logistics department who eat both inside and outside. While we are fighting bloody battles with the enemy, they are attacking us. Stab in the back and drink our blood. I hope you will understand this clearly, punish these scum, and give the soldiers a break."

A sharp light flashed in the handsome man's eyes, like an indestructible spear.

But what Kant felt from the cold light was not coldness, but the warmth of the afternoon sun.

"They will be punished."

A solemn promise is like a heavy hammer that shatters all conspiracies.

Kant had no doubt that these words had become reality. He even seemed to have seen the monsters kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, as well as the corpse lying in the pile of dead people.

He felt extremely happy, as if his great revenge had been avenged.

After thanking Shuai, he suddenly thought of the people who had cheered for him, so he spoke immediately.

"Dear Lord Marshal, we have conquered 500 worlds, but most of our people are still living in poverty. Our victory cannot be achieved without their support. Maybe we should give them some of the spoils."

After saying these words, he put his forehead to the ground, anxiously waiting for the commander's response.

He felt that his demands were too much.

What's more, it is never easy to take away the cake from the hands of vested interests.

And Ishuai seemed to be in a good mood today, perhaps because his worries were exactly what Ishuai was worried about. The majestic and unquestionable voice recognized him once again.

"You are right, these trophies belong to them, and they will live a prosperous life from now on."

The moment the words fell, the cheering people outside the hall had more silk and satin on their bodies, and their faces became rosier.

The gold furnishings in the hall still exude a golden luster, including the bright red carpet... Their trophies have not become any less because they were given to people.

The handsome man sitting on the throne is like a god who speaks and speaks, and every word he speaks becomes reality.

Like a living wishing machine.

Kant was so excited that he put his forehead on the ground again, and suddenly thought of something again.

"I still have an unfavorable feeling..."

Shuai didn't show any impatience and continued in a gentle tone.

"Tell me, my most loyal warrior."

Kant swallowed and spoke quickly.

"That battle was not easy...many brothers fell, and some were injured and disabled. Although they can no longer devote their loyalty to the legion, their lives should not end here. I want to express my gratitude to you Apply for a habitable planet and put them and their families there.”

Shuai nodded and readily agreed.

"I agree to settle those brave children in the 500th world you conquered for us. The 499 stars will provide that land with inexhaustible material wealth... It will become the human world. paradise, the center of the prosperous world.”

Kant was very excited, but soon new questions arose in his mind.

What about the other 499 worlds?

What will become of the world there?

He knew that if he continued to be entangled, everyone might become impatient...even the great and kind Lord Handsome.

But he still couldn't help but want to ask about the difficulties in his heart.

Because the voice in the dark told him that everything he wanted could come true in this world.

This is the universe that exists for him——

Just when he was about to speak, everything in front of him became blurry again.

Kant was startled and stood up from the ground.

etc--

Give me one more minute!

The softness surrounding his brain was gradually replaced by the cold air. He opened his eyes suddenly, only to see that the golden hall had disappeared, and his destination was the familiar yet unfamiliar Tianyun Ban.

"You finally woke up."

A hoarse voice came from the side. He looked sideways and saw his boss Neil sitting next to him.

Kant sat up from the bed and looked around, then looked at his chest. He saw that the military uniform covered with medals had turned into a thin shirt.

The brain is like a soaked sponge.

He reached out and pressed his sweaty forehead, and patted it hard with his palm.

"...Is this here?"

Neil lit a cigarette, puffed on the smoke, and answered concisely.

"A handsome arsenal, a wasp's hive."

Dull memories flooded his mind, and Kant finally remembered his love before he lost his memory.

"Damn it...I inhaled the powder after the snake oil evaporated."

Neil sighed deeply.

"You took an overdose of hallucinogenic substances. I thought you wouldn't wake up."

Kant asked immediately.

"What about the rest?"

Neil replied.

"The person next door to your room, Taran, is just as unconscious as you. As for the others, we arranged for them to be sent to Katnod Prison, including the group of gangsters and the smuggled laborers from Borneo Province."

Kant nodded, and suddenly remembered the medicine bottles found in the warehouse, and looked at Neil suddenly.

"By the way, I found some in my warehouse..."

Before he could finish his words, a calloused hand pressed on his mouth.

"Whatever you found, that fire has burned them clean."

Kant was stunned.

"……fire?"

After closing his hand on his mouth, Neil took out a cigarette from the box and handed it to him.

"It's normal for such a big explosion to start a fire."

Those light and fluttering words are like dissipating smoke under an incandescent lamp.

Kant's Adam's apple moved. He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

He understood Neil's eyes, which were both a warning and a reminder.

Facing the power of higher dimensions, all their efforts and calculations are as fragile as ants. The other party can crush them to death with just a move of their fingers.

For some reason, Kant suddenly thought about the bizarre dream just now, and felt a trace of bitterness in his heart.

Reality and dreams seem to be completely reversed.

For a moment, he even had the idea of ​​hiding in that dream completely.

If only I didn't wake up...

"By the way, how do you feel?"

After listening to his superior's concerned inquiry, Kant raised his head blankly.

"How about what?"

"Snake oil, you must have taken a lot of it," Niall lit some ashes in the ashtray and stared into Kant's eyes, "I heard that that thing will make people look bad... people who get it on it People eventually become addicted to it, becoming insane at first and then starting to talk nonsense.”

Kant shook his head.

"...I'm okay, maybe it's the first time."

"That's good." Neil patted him on the shoulder and grinned, "I heard that people with strong beliefs will not be affected by snake oil. I don't want our plan to have attrition just after it has just begun, you It’s fine if you don’t have one.”

Do you have firm faith...

Kant smiled weakly.

If it were before, he would probably nod without hesitation, but now he doesn't even have the confidence to admit this kind of sentiment.

"...By the way, since the military is involved, do we still need to continue the investigation?"

"Of course," Neil said lightly, "we haven't found any evidence that the Alliance is involved."

Kant couldn't help but ask.

"...What if it doesn't happen?"

Neil pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and crushed it into a crumpled paper ball.

Just like his brows furrowed in annoyance.

"Then find a way to make it."

…

On the other side, the official website of "Wasteland OL".

Since he didn't have the contact information of the big bosses, Taran could only cast a wide net and ask them one by one through private messages. He would chat with anyone who was free.

"Brother, help, I can't board. QAQ"

Fang Chang: "What's wrong with you? (sweat)"

Tallarn Raider: "I seemed to have inhaled a hallucinogenic substance, and I fell out of the server directly. (Crying)"

Fang Chang: "emmm... Generally speaking, excessive pain will cause the server connection to be disconnected, and hallucinations should be considered a triggering condition. I remember that in the early version, someone disconnected because they accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms. It will be fine after the toxicity subsides.”

Fang Chang felt that it was most likely because the game experience of "hallucination" had not been achieved, so he simply went into coma instead.

Of course, it does not rule out that it was actually made, but was deleted to save computing power.

After listening to Fang Chang's explanation, Taran felt much better.

"That's it, I thought I was dead."

Fang Chang: "No, you must be over level 30. Normally speaking, even for players with low intelligence, their physical attributes are more than three times that of normal people. Just get some sleep and you'll be fine."

This kind of question really had no technical content. Fang Chang replied and stopped talking.

After listening to Brother Fang's advice, Taran lay down on the bed and planned to take a nap. However, he was used to falling asleep through his helmet, so he couldn't fall asleep despite tossing and turning, so he simply put the helmet on his head.

After staring at the pitch-black field for three or four hours, a glimmer of light finally came into view.

Taran felt happy and immediately opened his eyes. Sure enough, he returned to the world of "Wasteland OL".

"you're awake?"

Taran sat up from the bed and looked to the side, only to see his partner Kant sitting on a chair smoking a cigarette.

"What happened?"

Kant's expression was a little gloomy, and he was silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

"There was an accident, and all the evidence we finally collected was burned."

"Burned?!" Taran's eyes widened, "What happened?! I remember there was no fire."

Kant's expression became more and more complicated. He closed his lips tightly and didn't speak for a long time.

Taran took a deep breath and smoothed out the thoughts in his mind. Suddenly his heart moved and he asked.

"...Speaking of which, what did you see?"

Kant did not hide anything and spoke concisely and concisely.

"Win."

Taran: "Win?"

"After conquering 500 galaxies, we finally ushered in the prosperity of the Vallant people, and the handsome man led us to build a real utopia..."

Kant seemed reluctant to mention the dream, so he casually fiddled with it.

However, Taran still understood the general idea and was stunned for a moment.

Good guy.

It takes 500 galaxies to pass! ?

It’s so difficult for these people with big noses!

…

The evidence was burned and the investigation came to a standstill. Fortunately, the witnesses were still alive, and Taran decided to break through them.

According to Conde, the garrison that arrived later took all the people found at the explosion site to Katnaude Prison and charged them with arson suspects.

With the help of "Guide" Daniel, Taran followed back to Katnod Prison.

The smuggled laborers from Borneo were put into ten-person rooms, while the gang members from the Hyena Gang and the Iron Hand Gang were given single rooms.

While passing by one of the "Datong Shops", a laborer from Borneo pressed his face against the fence and looked pleadingly at Taran, who was passing by in the corridor, begging for mercy.

"Master, we are just workers, we don't know anything... Please let us go."

"Yeah...it's all those villains who forced us to do it."

"We were all deceived! We really didn't know what we were doing... doing that kind of thing."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I want to go home."

Looking at those ugly faces, Kant felt nothing but disgust from the bottom of his heart.

Everyone lies, and he himself is no exception.

However, there is not even a single truth in these guys' mouths. They seem to be born liars. They lie when they open their mouths. They are either confusing or confusing. They not only deceive others, but also deceive themselves.

However, this is just his own opinion. The "spy from the Alliance" standing next to him obviously has a different opinion than him.

This guy himself didn't even realize how many flaws he had revealed in the details of his words and deeds.

"...Don't panic, everyone. I believe that as long as you cooperate with us, the garrison will give you a solution."

Seeing that someone answered their prayers, the Paro people behind the gate suddenly burst into tears of gratitude.

One of the men with thick eyebrows and big eyes clapped his chest, looking like he was going to fight the evil forces to the end.

"Don't worry, sir! We will answer whatever you ask! We won't dare to hide anything!"

"That's the best."

Taran smiled and nodded, took out a small notebook, and asked.

"Where are you from? Which state in Borneo are you from?"

Everyone hurriedly answered.

"I'm from Snake State!"

"Me too!"

"I'm from Wolf State..."

Taran listened carefully and found that Snake State had the most, followed by Wolf State, then Lion State and Dog State.

The latter two are the occupied areas of the Southern Army, while Snake State and Wolf State are the territory of Borneo.

"Who introduced you here?"

After hearing this question, everyone looked at each other in confusion, and finally the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes forced himself to speak.

"Sir, I don't know about the brothers from other states. The Snake State...that was all Lord Shahrukh's idea. Every family has a stronghold, either go to the front line or go to sea to make money...He asked us We have to go wherever we go, and we don’t have a choice.”

"yes!"

“This is indeed the case in our Snake State!”

"Then let's just treat it like this for now." Taran made two notes in his notebook, then looked at the others, "Where are you from Langzhou?"

He briefly asked around, and according to the answers of these workers, most of them were sent by local warlords to make extra money.

Generally speaking, those warlords would give them a sum of Borneo coins as settlement expenses, and the dinars earned would go to the warlords.

This set of operations looked familiar to Taran, and he probably got it from Lacy.

Mammoth State was the first to engage in labor export in the entire Borneo Province, and it is reasonable for other states to follow suit.

As for whether it was forced or not, everyone said it was forced, so we can only take it as a one-sided statement.

After asking all the doubts, Taran's heart moved and he looked at them and continued to ask.

"By the way, after inhaling snake oil... what did you see in your dreams?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment and gave a rare answer.

"I saw a lot of houses, the kind that don't leak from the rain!"

"There is a very fast bullock cart, and I made a lot of money driving it."

"I saw Mr. Zaid! He brought me a medal and said he would make me a general!"

"Ahem... Hehe, I saw a big, white... female student."

Listening to these confessions, Taran couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, but he still refined the key words and wrote them down in a small notebook.

Houses, money, power, women... They seemed to have seen a lot of things, but they seemed to remember only these things over and over again.

It seems that what everyone sees after inhaling snake oil is different.

As for addiction.

That's obvious too.

It is not difficult to see from their greed when talking about that sweet dream that they are extremely eager to have another bite so that they can return to that strange and gentle land.

Taran is now certain that Aguang actually made the "Illusion". Perhaps it was to prevent the illusion from being too realistic and causing an effect similar to "Snake Oil", so it was not implemented.

Of course, this is just an unfamiliar guess made by him as an ordinary player.

Maybe Aguang was just lazy.

Looking at Kant, who was smoking an unknown number of cigarettes, Taran shook the small notebook in his hand.

“…the testimony mentions warlords in Borneo, is that enough to prove Alliance involvement?”

"It's too far-fetched." Kant flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said concisely, "We need more powerful evidence."

He can't say it clearly, that kind of thing actually doesn't matter at all, I'm just waiting for you to show your weakness.

And now he also has some doubts about whether what he did is correct.

And if not, why did he set foot on the battlefield...

I really want to see Mr. Handsome again.

He suddenly realized that rather than making a wish to that adult, he wanted to talk to him about his confusion...

Looking at the taciturn Kant, Taran shrugged helplessly.

These big noses are really hard to take care of.

Anyway, it's just throwing dirty water and not really handling the case. Wouldn't it be enough to get some clues and process them a little?

"...Then we can only continue to investigate. I have a hunch that we are getting closer to that big fish."

"Well, let's keep checking." Kant impatiently waved his index finger holding the cigarette butt, ending the topic.

The two of them continued along the corridor and, accompanied by the warden, reached the depths of the cell and saw Morse being held in solitary confinement.

This man, who exuded a cold aura, was sitting in the corner with an indifferent expression on his face.

When he saw Taran and Kant appearing at the door, a happy smile finally appeared on his face.

As he expected, his abilities were appreciated by the Enlightenment Society.

It's not in vain that he sacrificed his life before...

"Have I passed your test?" Morse asked knowingly with a grin.

Kant sneered in his heart, laughing at this little ant that didn't understand anything.

However, he quickly thought that he was not an ant in another cage, and those really big shots looked at him in the same way as he did at the moment, so the sneer in his heart couldn't help but be a little unbearable.

Taran was really into the play, and he had completely assumed the role of a disciple of the Enlightenment Society. He looked at Morse, who had a vague expectation on his face, and smiled and nodded.

"Congratulations, Mr. Morse, you have proven your ability. From now on, you officially join us as a disciple."

On the matter of absorbing Morse into the Enlightenment Society, he had consulted the "guide" Daniel for his opinion.

Although the latter was a little embarrassed, after his persuasion, he finally nodded and agreed.

Morse breathed a sigh of relief.

When he first entered this prison, he was still a little uneasy, but now all the uneasiness was gone.

He didn't know what being a disciple meant, but he knew that now he had someone to support him.

"By the way, my little brothers..."

Taran looked at Kant, who coughed slightly and said in a confused tone.

"The garrison will drop the prosecution and charges against them. Originally it was just an abandoned factory, and only a few wanted criminals died. You did not cause any damage to this settlement."

Morse had a huge smile on his face.

He escaped from Katnod Prison intact, and even brought his younger brothers with him.

There is no doubt that from tomorrow onwards his name will become the legend of the entire Blackwater Lane!

"Thank you……"

"You're welcome, we still need you to work... Due to a fire, the evidence we found was unfortunately ruined. But luckily, the witnesses are all in prison, and we plan to continue to find Tony and end this mystery. "

Morse moved his neck, making a creaking sound as his joints rubbed against each other, and his smile gradually turned cruel.

"It's just what I want. I've long wanted to meet him."

Jie admired the fierceness of this guy, and Taran nodded appreciatively.

"Okay... By the way, what did you dream about when you were unconscious?"

What did you dream about?

Morse was stunned for a moment, and a trace of confusion appeared in his cloudy pupils.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Taran prompted with a smile.

"Generally speaking, we will see what we want to see the most. For example, what Mr. Kant and I saw...well, a Sheng who belongs to a person of noble blood."

He originally wanted to say that it belonged to the Weiland people, but then he thought that it seemed strange for a foreigner to say this, so he cleverly drew a frame that could fit anything.

After all, no Weiland person would deny that his bloodline was not noble enough, and he did not need any additional explanation.

Kant did not deny it.

After hearing Taran's prompt, Morse's cloudy pupils finally returned to their cloudy clarity.

His Adam's apple moved, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Of course it's for the legend of Blackwater Lane... I dream of riding on everyone's head."

Kant sneered.

"What an understanding guy."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Simple people are more likely to be satisfied. Besides, the legend of Blackwater Alley is much simpler than conquering five hundred planets."

Taran smiled and put his hand on his partner's shoulder, then looked at Morse and said, "Listen, as long as you obey, we will make your dreams come true."

As he spoke, he threw a bunch of keys into Morse's hand.

"Now, go and release your companion. Remember not to release the wrong person."

Morse nodded respectfully.

"As commanded."